Idina

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Idina POV

Six months had passed. Dad is still not waking up. I already quit dance school. The doctor said I won't be able to dance again without hurting my leg. Why do everything of these have to happen? Mom dying is enough. I can't take it anymore if dad will also die. Not having mom around is tough. I have to do almost everything myself. Aunt is there. She's a great help. But it's different. I miss mom so much. And dad not being around is tougher. At a very young age I have to temporarily take his place in a company. I mean I didn't really do his works but people are training me to run a company. I don't even dream of inheriting it. My dream is to be a dancer. To be able to perform around the world like mom (just not singing). But we know that'll never happen. Not anymore. I'm on my way to the hospital now. I'm taking a subway 'cause I still can't ride a car after what happened.

I'm in dad's room. Tears are attempting to flow again but I try holding it. I don't want to cry every time I talk to dad. I told him about school. How great my grades are. I know he'll be proud. I also told him how stressful business world is to me and that he needs to wake up.

"Dad please wake up. I miss you. We'll have and event in school and I think I'll be the only one without a parent. I know it'll be hard for you when you wake up. You love mom so much. But hey I'm still here. You favorite baby even though I'm not little anymore. I promise that if you wake up I won't complain you treating me like a child. I'll be the best daughter."

I kiss his forehead and bid him goodbye.